We're halfway there!

The boxes finally made it.  But don't start giving the movers any credit just yet!  As I had mentioned before, the moving guys was going to call the next day at noon.  So I called him.  The van was still in the shop.  But we could expect them late in the afternoon the next day.  I called around 3:30 the next day (with Craig in the background saying "Tell him we'll just come get it!").  The van was still in the shop.  So I asked if we could just pick up the boxes and he could bring the sled when the van was working.  I could actually hear the relief in his voice when he said yes.

Off we went to the cargo place to pick up our boxes.  Strangely, the guys there thought that the boxes had been on the top shelf for ever and that nobody had come to look for them.  Surprise, surprise.  So in the end, we got the pot and pans and other kitchen stuff, the boots and jackets from the front closet and the clothes, etc from the laundry room.  Missing was the box from the basement I had been hoping for.  No homemade canned apples, Craig's precious jars of gravy, the DVDs, and the rubber floor mats I had been planning on putting under the boys' moonsand box.  And somehow the bootmats and floor mat from the front door didn't make it with the other items from the front door area.  So we'll claim it all, they'll tell us they can't reimburse us because we can't prove it's not in storage and we'll wait two years with our fingers crossed that it is actually all in storage.  At least that's how I suspect it will go.  It's all stuff we can live without.  I just hope we get it back.  Okay, not the mats.  But the DVDs.  At least the hard to get ones.  In the end, the household effects did beat the car.  But not by much.  And not if you count the sled.